Diary of an up and coming sociopath

Well, I tried to update yesterday but there was a large minor technical fault preventing access to my internet. Luckily, I am posting on a new internet.

That’s a little geek satire to ease you people into the shame and horror.

The exam of Wednesday morning - I say morning when it was actually afternoon because as far as I’m concerned, 2pm is morning enough for anyone - was not a successful one as far as they go. We did some last minute revision, no more or less than any usual exam. However, fate had in store for us an hilarious twist. When we got into the exam, it became readily apparant that the questions we had been taught by Mary Zajicek, lecturess extraordinaire, were not actually on the exam. Indeed, it seemed we had spent 4 weeks learning about her pet topics, and very little about anything, say, USEFUL FOR THE EXAM. Pete Marshall’s section was also a terrible loss, since the subject he taught is one of those over specialised over-jargoned fields of computing, which talks a lot about models (I revised NINE. SEPERATE. UTTERLY. MEANINGLESS. MODELS.) and contains no useful information. For example, one could tell someone how to drive a car, or, one could create an academic deconstruction of driving and create 15 different models describing the various approaches people take to the job, and their psycho-socio internal perceptions of it, that invents a lot of new terms to descibe things but still leaves you no less clear about how to actually do it.

Clearly, I am not a bitter man.

After that hideous exam was out of the way, Nikki and I came back to Leamington, because I had gamestesting to do and she wanted an afterexam/mother’s day excursion back home. That meant this morning I woke up at some ungodly hour and as per usual made my way through misty Leamington centre to the offices of AP, which smell strangely of what I (erroneously?) assume to be Pastramai due to the Subway below. Todya there was more testing for FCars to be done. Over the day, it became more and more obvious that despite vast, vast improvements, said game wasn’t going to be bug-free enough to be submitted tomorrow, so in a Half-Life 2 style fashion, it was pushed back. This means my potential work for tomorrow is now rescheduled to some time next week.

At some point towards the end of the day, when the various goodwill text messages had ceased and I was beginning to wonder what would entertain me for the final 2 hours or so, Paul (owner) borught down a DVD he had been bequeathed with on the “Cannonball Run”, an illegal cross-continent street race that occurs each year and everyone stopped working and spent half an hour being entertained by the antics of a bunch of nutcases outrunning the French police, so my quest for amusement was ended, my lust for bugtesting replenished, and I made it out the other end of the day.

In the latter part of the day, I visited Dad for an hour and then broke my KFC embargo, in a kind of half-hearted attempt at getting a meal, but tomorrow I have secured for myself a home cooked roast chicken, in addition to a trip to Stratford for some comics.

ALso, I’d like to deny the rumours that I am a moderately successful author, former NME journalist or London call-girl pretending to be a faceless student slacker. Pre-emptively.